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“Poetry is perhaps this: an Atemwende, a turning of our breath. Who knows, perha…”

“Schwarze Milch der Frühe wir trinken dich nachts wir trinken dich mittags und m…”

“Spring: trees flying up to their birds”

“rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to b…”